Yesterday, I was operating at Sherlock Holmes potential. I was a criminal detective extraordinaire!

Monday a pickup showed up in our parking lot. There are so many people in and out of here we didn't think much of it. I actually thought one of our sales people might have been driving their husbands truck. I asked around the office and no one knew whose it was. So yesterday the truck was still there. Still no one knew anything.

I decided to have the plates run by law enforcement. As we waiting to find out who the truck belongs to I began to examine the vehicle. The windows were down and the truck was unlocked, so I opened the door.  When I opened the door, the first thing I saw was the steering column had been stripped and he ignition was busted.

Right after that, the cops did inform me that they were on their way because the vehicle was stolen.

I was ready to process the scene. I was ready to dust for finger prints, take show impression of the foot print on the door, and gather DNA from the cup in the console.  Not really but I wanted to do just like they do on TV.

Ok, maybe I didn't get to be a CSI but I did do a good job being part of the neighborhood watch program.

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